DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, July 2002.
Author's notes - Written for the Red Rose drabble competition. Spoilers for the Pilot.
A bottle of Ty Nant - an insignificant seeming thing, but it shattered forever the facade of farmboy innocence that Clark wore as defiantly as his favourite flannel shirt.
He'd held out against the river-tainted taste of Lex's mouth when he dragged him from his drowned car and breathed life back into him. Even the sight of whipped cream being delicately licked from that intriguingly scarred upper lip hadn't quite been enough.
No, it was in the library, with the blue bottle... Lex's lips wrapped around it just so, paler blue eyes lifted in challenge.
And Clark kissed Lex.
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